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[sheek louch] cocaine flow, cocaine dough where that money, where that paper, where that cocaine go? lay ’em down, face first, take the numbers out his cell get his connect to gag him, so the f*ggot don’t yell

“help! i’m being robbed!” [x4]

[sheek louch] what happened to that street sh*t you rap about? where that spot that you sell heron, and dope and all that crack about n*gg*s stop fronting, you don’t own a glock if i take it off your neck, you probably call the cop, it’s like

“help! i’m being robbed!” [x4]

[ghostface killah] aiyo, i had to shove the fifth in his mouth he tried to raise the price on me in the spring, in the midst of a drought told him papi, no need, just put the slabs in the bag then i told him shut the f*ck up but his dog even said “arf! arf!”

“help! i’m being robbed!” [x4]

[ghostface killah] ’88 riker’s isle, banging for phone time one big n*gg* slid through, bulky with two shines winked at my goons, they leave quick, big man ran to the bubble, leaking, repeating that help sh*t

“help! i’m being robbed!” [x4]

[sheek louch] we smack n*gg*s up, shake ’em down as we see ’em take his jewelry and his podium sheek and ghostface on our ’88 sh*t, get your chest hit box cutter, get your face split, they yelling like!

“help! i’m being robbed!” [x4]

[ghostface killah] out of respect, i through the gun to his neck, he had singles and loose change and yo, four bundles of wet told him, yo, kid, respect the juks, and there’s one thing you shouldn’t yell around murderous crooks and that’s